CHAPTER 593: CHAPTER 593: CAN I GO SEE MY COUSIN SLEEP?

But strangely, he didn’t feel physically nauseous!

Alexander Parker glanced at Harry Hunter’s sharp and striking features. Was it because he was too good-looking?

Harry Hunter slapped his face with a "snap": "Don’t look at me. I don’t like men, I only like Isabella."

Alexander Parker almost exploded with anger!

As if implying he liked men!

As if implying he didn’t like Isabella!

"Let go of me! I’m disgusted by being touched by a man!"

Harry Hunter tore off his shirt with a "rip" and tied his hands up.

Alexander Parker yelled in anger, cursing Harry Hunter fiercely.

Harry Hunter turned a deaf ear, picked him up and carried him into the villa.

"Stop yelling, Isabella is asleep. Her mom just died, her dad was sent to prison, the company fell into a slump. She’s under so much pressure she can’t sleep; I finally coaxed her to sleep. You want to wake her up?"

Alexander Parker immediately shut up.

Harry Hunter actually carried him inside!

Getting groped was worth it!

"Can I go see my cousin sleep?"

"No!"

Harry Hunter coldly refused: "If you keep thinking about my wife, I’ll break your third leg!"

"She was originally mine!"

"Now she’s mine."

Harry Hunter threw him onto the marble steps outside the living room door, took the towel Connor handed him, wiped his head and face, and stood under the eaves, indifferent as ice: "Speak, why do you have connections with the world’s largest espionage agency."

"It’s not me who’s connected with the espionage agency!"

"Then who is?"

"You let me hug my cousin, and I’ll tell you."

"I, Harry Hunter, don’t sell my wife!"

"Why do you speak so harshly? Who’s asking you to sell my cousin? I’m her cousin; is it not allowed to hug my own cousin? What kind of world is this when I need your permission to hug my own cousin!"

"Because I’m her man, and without my permission, any man who dares touch her, I’ll destroy him."

In the thunderstorm, Harry Hunter stood drenched in the dim light from the living room, his face hidden in shadow, exuding arrogance and intensity.

Alexander Parker sneered: "I told you you’re not a good man. My cousin even sees you as a good person. Does she know you’re more bloodthirsty and ruthless than I am?"

Harry Hunter spoke indifferently: "She doesn’t know. She loves me deeply; she kisses me every day and always wants to give me children. She’s a workaholic, but as long as I hold her, she can give up work to be with me, she’s..."

"Enough!"

Alexander Parker was infuriated, his heart shattered by his words.

He knew Harry Hunter was deliberately provoking him; he shouldn’t get angry, but he was least skilled at controlling himself.

In contrast, Harry Hunter...

Alexander Parker looked at him standing in the dim light like a statue, expressionless, showing no emotion, with extraordinary self-control.

Alexander Parker muttered under his breath "freak," cleared his throat and said: "Checking my phone won’t help, I’m not stupid enough to leave clues for anyone to trace me. Since I’ve dared to come today, I’m not afraid of your investigation! Torture won’t work on me; worst case, death, since living is meaningless anyway."

Connor spoke hoarsely: "We can make you wish you were dead, let’s see how long you can hold on."

"Scare me? Do you think I was raised to be afraid? I can tolerate pain quite well; even if you rip my head off, I wouldn’t utter a word!"

Connor had seen this; Alexander Parker indeed was unlike normal people, the more pain, the more excited, a real thorn.

Alexander Parker saw Connor remained silent, feeling smug: "Cousin-in-law, let cousin go, is your stupid bodyguard really worth all this trouble?"